Page 77 of Swamp Kings 1

“I will not fuck you yet,” he said.

He recognized the fear stiffening her body. “What… did I do?”

He stared down into her upturned face, stroking the silk as he contemplated the answer. “I honestly don’t know why I’ve changed my mind,” he said. “But… I have.”

“Did I… do something wrong?”

“No,” he said, sure she hadn’t. Although the answer had something to do with her. He’d ponder more later. She’d used her gifts but not intentionally, he knew. Maybe beyond her own lust she didn’t want to participate in his psychotic schemes. The idea of her truly not wanting it or fearing it was particularly arousing to him. This lust thrived on seduction, entrapment, and psychotic obsession. Her wants and desires were relevant only where they served his obsessions.

He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her from the vanity, moaning at the feel of her clinging to him with every fiber of her fragile, scared being. He sank his fingers in her curls and pulled her head back, devouring her submissive, supple mouth, his hunger back to raging and ready for feeding.

He brought her to his bed and lay her in it, pressing his whole body into hers while sucking and nibbling her silky neck.

“So… are we still… I mean you still want to… are we…”

“Yes,” he assured, raising up to see all the emotions filling her words. Fear and desire were prominent, and both were craving-approved. “I’m a thousand percent sicker, now that I’ve had a taste.” He rose onto his forearms, using most of his body weight to push into her, the strain in her breaths giving him great satisfaction. He wanted her to always know how much power he had over her. He could easily crush her and at the same time, he chose to use it to bring about their ecstasy.

He filled his fists with her silky sweet curls and slowly tightened, watching her mouth open more the harder he pulled. He tilted her head back and used his teeth along her chin, still undulating his weight against her body until her little stress-grunts speared his cock.

He suddenly wanted her to know his plans and rolled off her, laying on his back with his hands behind his head. “I’m going to tell you what I intend to do to you.”

She got up on her elbow, looking at him. “Okay.”

He turned, meshing their gazes to see what his words did to her. “The first time I fuck you will be your initiation into my insanity. It will be a sixty-minute session.”

“Sixty?” she gasped with wide eyes, more curious than worried.

All of it made his cock jerk. “Do you approve?” he asked, wanting to hear her say it.

“I… think so.”

“You should know I won’t be needing or even wanting your approval once the initiation is over.”

“No?” she whispered, propping her head on her hand, her breaths soft and unsteady with her arousal.

“Psychotic obsessions don’t require such things.”

“I see,” she said, smiling. “I’m glad I trust you.”

Those words turned his cock into a war hammer. He may not need her permission, but her trust was another matter. It was surely required in the mind of this sick love affair. “I will break you with twelve sessions within sixty minutes. Each one will unlock every part of my naughty girl. She will then do anything and everything I require. When I require it. How ever I require it. And why ever.”

She sat up and his gaze locked onto her breasts, calling up the filthy side of that beast. “You’re fucking tits need to be punished for being so nasty.”

“When… will we have that initiation session?”

He leaned up and sucked her nipple, the silky plump flesh bringing the wicked things to the surface. “Tomorrow night,” he said, using his teeth on the fat tip. “After I move some of your things here.”

“Here? You… want me to.”

“I want you when I want you. I don’t know what that schedule will be until after your initiation.” Unless it changed. One thing he knew about this fire in him was its mind. And that it wasn’t his.

“Okay,” she said.

He suddenly realized he wasn’t going to give her any form of sexual release either. “You will not have an orgasm until that session,” he said, moving onto his elbows. “But your psychopathwillhave his.” He remembered his cock piercings, considering what kind of orgasm he wanted her to give him. “I’m going to use those nasty little tits this time. While you suck your King’s crown.”

She gasped, staring at his cock now tall in his fist.

“Lay on your back, my Doo-nie.”

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